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Just take em. Tim held the bottle in his hand, turning it over and over. It was unlabeled, given to him on the sly by his gym buddy Ron; 'performance' enhancers, is what he called them. And by the way he had grabbed his crotch when using that term, the dragon had no doubt what kind of performance he'd been talking about.

He'd always been self-conscious about his size, both generally and... down below. As a dragon, and a red at that, he was a good foot shorter than the average, and even worse downstairs. Still, he'd never been steered wrong by Ron before... With a small sigh and a shrug of 'what harm could it do?' He popped open the top and downed the lot of 'em. Half a dozen bitter tablets were washed down swiftly by a glass of water, and the dragon padded back into his bedroom to flop into his chair.

So... Now what? He undid his pants, letting his modest package free as he browsed through his regular porn sites. Might as well paw off while he waited for... whatever this was supposed to do. He settled on one of his favorites; Melina, the 'Big-Breasted Babe of Wonder.' And indeed, her breasts were fantastic. Tim began to absently stroke himself as he watched her latest clip; the zebra swirling and gyrating around a pole, eyes only for the camera.

The dragon's pole swiftly came erect; a measly five inches, almost too small for his palm. But... something felt off. Tim didn't think anything of it until he felt a climax-worth of cum pour across his hand. He hadn't came, not nearly. He was just getting warmed up! Tearing his eyes off of the twerking zebra on the screen, he looked down.

What he saw made his jaw drop. Seven inches of draconic cock greeted him, peeking out of his grip, and streaming pre-cum in quantities that were more comparable to faucets than people. Beneath his hand, his balls had swollen, going from a well-matched diminutive to golf balls. Tim let out a moan as he felt them shudder, visibly expanding before his eyes, sending a renewed volume of pre up his length, with hot weakly up to land on his naked thigh.

"Holy shit..." He had to go. Standing and kicking off his pants from around his ankles, he hurried back to the bathroom. He barely made it into the tub, the pleasure continuing to redouble until he was weak in the knees. He collapsed into the bath, and his eyes struggled to comprehend what they were seeing. His cock was now at least a foot long, completely slick with pre, being serviced by both his hands now, though he didn't recall ever bringing the other into it. His balls, meanwhile, outpaced his cock. They were volleyballs by now, resting heavily on his thighs and tail. With a pleased moan and a gasp of shock he felt them expand, pushing his legs apart and touching the cool porcelain of the tub.

Tim tore one hand off his cock and its growing fountain of fluids to caress his balls. He could feel them churning, growing beneath his touch, basketball-sized and with no signs of stopping. And the flesh was so sensitive... He rubbed the tight skin of them gently, an elicited a powerful shock of pleasure that rivaled what his cock was getting him.

His lust for pleasure quickly outpaced his apprehension as he began to masturbate in earnest. He growled, moaning, loving the sensitivity almost as much as the feeling of his pre splattering across his chest and legs, his body continuing to grow. He had closed his eyes in bliss; fortunate in that a few moments later he felt heavy dollops of cum splatter across his face, and unfortunate in that he could no longer see what was happening to him.

Tim's cock had stopped growing, ceasing at a length and width to match his thigh. Ridges as wide and pronounced as his thumb graced the top, pooling and collecting his cum as it emerged in thick spurts. Each was as copious as an average man's entire load, and the powerful twitch of his cock with every heartbeat ensured that it was sent all over his body, around the tub, and across the bathroom.

His balls, however... They had nearly filled the tub. One had wedged itself beneath Tim's leg, forcing it to brace further and further up the wall to accommodate its growth. The other had matched pace, spilling heavily across his thigh, knee, covering his tail and threatening to spill over the edge. They churned almost audibly, growing, pouring that cum down his cock to make room for even more.

The lucky dragon lost track of time completely in the sensations. By now he was soaked, what space in the tub that wasn't dragon, cock, or balls was rapidly filling with cum, and he'd left heavy streams of it on the walls, the ceiling... He moaned needily as he felt himself finally begin to peak. Both hands went to his cock, unable to meet each other as he stroked himself furiously. Attempts to thrust his hips merely rocked his member about, further making a mess of the once-pristine bathroom. His balls gurgled and twitched, finally stopping at massive spheres big enough for someone to mistake as bean-bag chairs were it not for their creamy color and incredible tightness. His cock throbbed, pulsing, pre coming in faster and faster bursts...

Blinding pleasure. Impossible to describe, and lasting for what seemed like both seconds and years. Tim's mouth opened wide in a silent scream of pleasure, every muscle tense and tight as he came. His cock fired shot after shot of thick, white cum into the ceiling, with such force as to shatter the overhead light. The tub filled within the first three shots, the dragon's pleasured thrash sending a wave of his cream over the edge, a puddle which rapidly expanded with each pleasured shot of cum that rebounded off of the tile. His balls, finally relieving a little of their pressure, began to deflate; looking less like an over-inflated beachball and more like the looser sacks they were supposed to be. His leg slipped on the cum-slicked wall, dropping onto his ball and sending a single, sharp pang of pleasure along with an extra-long rope of cum.

Tim was cold by the time he was collected enough to open his eyes. Every surface of the bathroom was destroyed, coated so thick with his seed it was impossible to see what color they had originally been. The bathtub was still overflowing as seed cascaded down the shower walls, and the once red dragon looked as if he'd been doused in paste.

And, in the center of it, standing defiantly proud, was his cock and balls. A semi-erect pillar memorializing this destruction, standing in front of two hills of flesh and productivity. Tim moaned and heaved, trying to shift his equipment and get a seat on the edge of the tub. It was surprisingly... easy. Despite nearly slipping and breaking his neck, his new equipment seemed perfectly happy to be moved about. He settled on the lip of the bathtub, gazing down in shock at his new, 'performance-enhanced' tools; balls big enough to rest easily, comfortably on the floor between his widely-stretched legs. A cock as big-around as his thigh, long enough to peek past his knees, still semi-erect and dribbling pre as if asking 'when can we go again?'

Tim dimly heard the telephone ring, but ignored it. His hand strayed to his length almost on its own, sliding along it, pushing some of the cum off it. "I wonder how many of those you've got in you..." He purred, licking his lips.

The answering machine clicked over at the fifth ring. Unheard beneath the renewed grunts and moans of pleasure from the bathroom was a male voice, "Tim! Don't take the pills! There's been a horrible screw-up..."